Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 15:54:46 -0800
From: Cherysse St. Claire
Subject: Mirror Image
Mirror Image
(c) 2004
By Cherysse St. Claire
Rachel Roberts was at the top of her game. At thirty-two, she had
endured - survived - the rigors of the feature circuit, made a pile of money
through careful investments, and gotten out with her voluptuous body,
sanity, and self-respect intact. Well, she hadn't gotten out completely. She
still operated her web site, which would be a lucrative source of income for
several years yet. Her fans still craved her, even though she no longer
toured the gentlemen's clubs as a dancer. Those same fans continued their
monthly subscriptions and e-mail tributes unabated. The voluptuous redhead
planned to continue the photo shoots, live webcasts, and videos as long as
the money from them kept pouring in. To that end, she had not joined the
parade of former big-bust superstar dancers who, upon retirement, had
immediately had their oversized implants removed. Once a star, always a
star; Rachel relished the power she wielded over men and had no wish to do
anything that might diminish it until she was good and ready.
Another of Rachel's business ventures - one that was now occupying the
bulk of her time - was managing the careers of newer, up-and-coming dancers.
Jaymie Reddig - or 'Crystal Cayce' as she was known professionally - was the
star of Rachel's stable. In fact, Crystal was Rachel's entire 'stable' at
that moment. The then-eighteen-year-old had been dancing in a gentleman's
club in Ft. Lauderdale when Rachel had appeared there during her Farewell
Tour. The more-experienced performer had recognized the
spectacularly-beautiful Blonde's potential and crowd-appeal immediately and
chose her to be the first client of Rachel's fledgling Big Time Teases
management company.
Crystal had idolized Rachel Roberts. It was the ravishing Redhead that
had inspired the precocious young girl to become a dancer. It had been the
thrill of a lifetime to be given her shot at Feature status by none other
than the star she worshipped above all others. The training had been almost
an afterthought. Rachel had not seen a girl with such an innate grasp of how
to push a man's buttons - and separate him from his hard-earned cash - since
she herself had broken into the business more than a decade before.
The operations had followed in quick succession. Crystal was a girl
possessed, determined to be big - really big - in more than name, in homage
to her idol. Rachel had taken her to Montreal to get the desired custom-made
silicone breast and buttock implants, as well as hip enhancement, rib
removal, and micro-liposuction. The girl's already-stunning facial features
were enhanced with fuller, plusher, bee-stung lips. Crystal's formerly
svelte five-foot-seven-inch frame swelled to an incredible 56-22-38. After
healing, Rachel had radically revised the buxom beauty's dance style and
body movements, supplanting her own slow, sinuous, feline grace for the
younger girl's former lissome, athletic routines.
The result had rocked the adult entertainment industry like a bomb.
Crystal Cayce had been an instant sensation on the feature circuit. Demand
for the blonde bombshell was so great, she had been touring almost
continuously for over a year. Her notoriety had been spurred on by the many
videos Rachel had cast her new star in. Crowds of crazed fans flocked the
clubs in which Crystal had been booked to perform. Her carefully-managed
autograph sessions, left unchecked, could easily have extended to the clubs'
closing times. Crystal's success had been so overwhelming, it couldn't help
but mess with her head. 'Jaymie' receded deep into the background; 'Crystal'
became her dominant conscious personality. Rachel saw the change, but said
nothing. Crystal had her own 'chemistry' that had taken the Business by
storm. The experienced dancer in Rachel knew better than to tamper with that
state of being, for fear of ruining all she had worked so hard to build.
Rachel had not even had time to audition other dancers to join her team. At
that moment, 'other dancers' were the furthest thing from Rachel Roberts'
mind.
If Crystal had any weakness, it was her brother Johnnie. They were
orphaned fraternal twins, eerily similar in height, build, complexion, and
features. Even Johnnie's dense, thick, wavy hair was the length and color of
his sister's It had irked Rachel when, upon having Crystal's tresses
bleached a shimmering Platinum Blonde for her new image, the girl had
insisted that Johnnie's hair be tinted to match. It had irked her more when
he willingly agreed. There were differences, of course. His hair was usually
tied back in a neat ponytail while hers was curled, fluffed, and styled to
the nth degree. Johnnie favored comfortable, loose-fitting clothes that
revealed nothing, as opposed to his sister's come-hither look that flaunted
her magnificent assets - a look dictated by her mentor to drive men crazy
with lust.
The two might as well have been conjoined twins. For as long as Rachel
had known them, they seemed to be joined at the hip. With no parents or
other family, Johnnie had been Crystal's 'manager' (it was so hard for an
eighteen-year-old to manage someone else's life when they were still
learning how to manage their own), choreographer, makeup artist, wardrobe
master, confidant and emotional anchor. Rachel could not conceive of a
less-typical teenage boy. He displayed no sense of macho attitude, nor
interest in sports - other than the stunningly-athletic dance routines he
had choreographed for his sister. When Crystal's style of movement and dance
had to be altered to accommodate her stunning new dimensions, Johnnie had
been quick to devise new, less acrobatic routines to flatter her. The
alluring Redhead didn't want to know where he had picked up the skills he so
proudly showcased. She just accepted them - and him - for what they were.
One other thing was clear; where Crystal had idolized Rachel, Johnnie
obviously worshipped his sister.
Rachel had tried hard to dislike her star's sibling. There was
something unsettling about the way they looked at each other, held each
other's hands. In the beginning, the two had slept together in the same
room. Rachel put a stop to that. The older woman had seen this social taboo
before, including at least one Hollywood celebrity. The Redhead did not
consider herself a prude - not with her lifestyle. If brother and sister
were 'an item', she couldn't care less - but if such an arrangement ever
became public knowledge.... She didn't appreciate the expense of a third
hotel room, but she had to do something with him. If Rachel had had her way
at the start, the boy would have been left at home or sent packing
altogether. The problem with Johnnie was, he was just so damn likable. He
was neither Svengali nor Stage Mom; a bit shy around Rachel, perhaps, but
friendly, utterly un-prepossessing, adapting readily to the new manager's
direction and authority. To make matters worse, Crystal was adamant; where
she went, he went.
The former dancer, knowing all the tricks and temptations of The Road,
knew something was going on. She discovered it quite by accident. They were
in New York on the second day of a week's worth of shows at Score. Rachel
had been out on business calls while Johnnie had been helping Crystal
fitting a new costume. Rachel wrapped up her appointments early and headed
back to the hotel, flush with excitement. Eric Rymer and Phillip Thomas from
Vanguard Video had insisted on taking her and Crystal to an early dinner
prior to Crystal's evening show. There would be more than filet mignon on
the table; at stake was a video production and distribution deal potentially
worth a small fortune. They would be calling on the girls at six o'clock.
To complicate matters, a third executive from a competing video company
also insisted on interviewing Crystal that evening - personally. Rachel knew
what that meant. Dante had a reputation as a serious 'player' with
impressive endowment and a taste for kink reflected in the product he
produced. If the rumors about his sexual preferences were true.... That she
would be committing her starlet to being used for sex by this man did not
bother her a bit. That was the nature of the business; Rachel was a big girl
now, and Crystal would have to be, too, if she wanted to make it big. The
real issue was credibility. If he had been one of the usual big-talking,
low-rent bottom-feeders that inhabited the Adult Entertainment business, the
savvy businesswoman would not have given him the time of day. The truth was,
Dante was of equal stature in the industry as the other two; a deal with him
would be equally lucrative. She wouldn't blow him off out-of-hand - well,
she WOULD, but in a different context - but how could she satisfy both
competing demands on her starlet's time and attention? TIME! Damn, she had
to get back to the hotel and make Crystal put herself together FAST! As for
the conflict between the two factions... well, she would work something
out....
Rachel burst into Crystal's room - and thought she was hallucinating.
There before her, perched delicately, side-by-side, on the edge of the bed,
were two 'Crystals'. Both were attired in elegant black sequined
minidresses, sleek, sheer, jet-black seamed stockings, black patent pumps
with pencil-thin five-inch stiletto heels, dramatic makeup, long crimson
talons, and curly, fluffed-out Prime Time Hair. Identical black patent
clutches rested on the bed on either side of the pair. Multiple-tiered
crystal necklaces encircled their throats, with matching pendant earrings
dangling from their dainty earlobes. Snug-fitting, multi-stranded bracelets
and ankle wraps completed the picture. Each girl held a flute of champagne
in one hand and was nuzzling, stroking, caressing her twin with the other.
Both bimbos - there could be no mistaking them for anything else - were
perfect from head to toe. Both had undeniably feminine curves. Even so, a
closer examination detected differences. One had Crystal's unmistakable
surgically-enhanced pulchritude; the other....
"Good evening, Crystal and... Crystal. I hope I'm not interrupting
anything... intimate. Perhaps you ladies could bring me up to speed on
this?"
It was comical to observe both bimbos turn towards her simultaneously
with identical gapes of astonishment on their plush, crimson lips. Rachel
strode slowly, sinuously to their side, smiling bemusedly. Both dresses were
cut to flaunt the wearer's cleavage, slender waist, and flaring hips.
Although not as outrageously endowed as the original, there was nothing
phony about the rounded, thrusting curves of the second 'Crystal'. Rachel
gently cupped the girl's chin and lifted her face until their gazes met.
"I must say, you are absolutely lovely, My Dear. I am crushed I haven't had
the pleasure of meeting you before. Where HAVE you been hiding?"
"I... uh... that is... I mean...."
The bustier of the two put her arm around her twin protectively.
"She did it for me. I... like her this way."
"SHE did, did she? That's all right, Baby. I like her this way, too.
Crystal...."
Both girls looked up. Rachel saw this was going to be a problem. She turned
her attention towards her original star.
"...I meant, YOU, Crystal. We have a dinner date with two gentlemen. They
will be here to pick us up in thirty minutes. I see I won't have to worry
about you not having time to get ready. You look absolutely lovely. You both
do. Why don't you freshen up a bit? I will be back for you shortly."
The ravishing Redhead turned her attention to the newer of the two sexy
sirens. She extended her arm to the lovely creature, hand bent downward at
the wrist.
"And YOU, My Dear. Would you please accompany me to my room? We have some
things to discuss. Bring your purse."
The other 'Crystal' took the proffered hand and rose gracefully. Rachel
slipped her arm through the girl's and escorted her out of the room. Not a
word was said until they were in Rachel's room with the door shut. Rachel
seated herself on one side of the bench at the vanity mirror. She patted the
empty space next to her and the delectable blonde seated herself. The
striking Redhead began intensifying her makeup for an evening look. Rachel
caught her companion's gaze in the mirror and smiled again.
"What do I call you? Don't insult me by saying you've gone this far and
don't have a name."
"Tiffany."
"Tiffany. Tiffany Cayce. I like that. It suits you. Well, Tiffany, since I
met you... uh, the other you, I've been worried you and your sister were
doing something nasty when you were alone together. That bothered me. If
people found out about it, even in THIS business, the publicity could hurt
your sister's career. And all this time, you have been BEING something
nasty. That's a different story altogether - and one I can relate to."
Rachel turned and casually began feeling up Tiffany's body; breasts, waist,
hips and tush. A warm, dreamy expression enveloped her exquisite features.
"Mmmm, hormones?"
"Yes."
"A really aggressive therapy, isn't it? About a D cup now?"
"Just, as of this week. We were celebrating."
"And so you should, Sweetie, so you should. I guess it runs in your family;
your sister was a D-cup before I had her enhanced. And those hips and ass
are all you? No padding?"
"No padding."
"Your idea, or hers? Or both?"
"Both, really. After our parents died, we got shuffled from one foster home
to the next. For the most part, we had only each other to trust and confide
in. Jaymie liked to play 'Dress Up' even then. She wanted a girlfriend - a
sister - to dress up with. I love Jaymie; I couldn't refuse her. It was
strange, at first - the fashions, makeup, hair styling, dancing, all of it -
but she really liked it. After a while, I liked it, too."
" You LIKED it? Honey, you LOVE it! No one goes to this much trouble just to
oblige a sibling - even one you are that close to. What about the hormones?"
"Jaymie has been sexually active since she was fourteen. Our foster mom made
her go on birth control pills. Jaymie made me take them, too, telling me it
was one more intimate experience sisters should share. She went to different
doctors to make sure she had enough for both of us. She started making
contacts when she first started dancing. She got referred to a doctor who
was really into the scene. He wrote prescriptions for me; estradiol,
progesterone, Aldactone. I have been taking those ever since."
Rachel pondered that as she removed her business suit and slipped into a
naughty little plunge-necked gold satin spandex tankdress and matching
stiletto pumps.
"You have been on hormones since you were fourteen?"
"Yes."
"Then, your little clitty... I mean, you can't...."
Tiffany just shook her head.
"I don't mind. Really. Jaymie taught me girls like us love in other ways."
Something dawned on the perceptive Redhead.
"Jaymie... Crystal has been sexually active - and on birth control - since
she was fourteen. She made YOU go on The Pill, too, encouraged you to
experience the same intimacies she did, and taught you how to do so. That
means you...."
Tiffany blushed slightly, smiled, and nodded her head.
"I've dated my doctor a few times. I had to thank him properly for my
hormones. There have been others, too...."
"...and you HID all this from me?"
Tiffany signed and shrugged her shoulders a bit.
"We weren't sure how you would take it."
Rachel laughed then; a warm, rich, genuine laugh that bounced off the walls.
"Oh, Honey. Oh, HONEY...."
Rachel's cell phone buzzed. She flipped the lid and spoke.
"Hello? Dante! You're already here? Just a moment...."
The wheels had already been turning in Rachel Roberts' head. She looked up
at her companion and smiled.
"Tiffany, dear, would you excuse me for a moment? I would like to take this
call in private, if I may."
"Of course, Rachel. I need to tinkle anyway."
Rachel watched the sexy siren slink into the bathroom, hips and tush
undulating as if on rails. The door closed with a faint click. Smiling, she
returned to her caller.
"Dante, it is so thoughtful of you to take the time to come all the way over
here to see us. Something unexpected has come up at the last minute, and I
regret Crystal will be unable to see you right now. Of course, I certainly
wouldn't want you to have made the long trip in rush hour traffic for
NOTHING. I was wondering, could I entice you with an... alternate
proposition?"
Tiffany re-entered the bedroom to find Rachel perched on the edge of
the bed. The red-headed hussy smiled serenely, delighted to see the Blonde
had taken the time to touch up her makeup and hair. She was perfect, like
her sister. At least, she would be soon.... Rachel smiled warmly and softly
patted the mattress beside her. The younger woman gracefully alit where
directed.
"Tiffany, dear, you love your sister, don't you?"
"More than my life."
"...and you would do... ANYTHING to make her happy?"
"Anything."
Rachel smiled, trying not to make it look too triumphant.
"I thought so. Dear, we have a little scheduling conflict. As you already
know, Crystal and I will be dining shortly with representatives of a video
production company. Of course, nothing is set in stone yet, but it could
mean lots of money AND publicity for Crystal. The problem is, there's a
gentleman from ANOTHER video company who also wants to discuss a deal with
us. He will be here in a few minutes. We can't take either one for granted;
nor can we afford to alienate either one. Of course, if either knew we were
in discussions with the competition, any potential offer would be off the
table immediately. I was wondering... would it be too much of a burden to
ask you to... entertain this gentleman - alone - while we talked with the
others? If you will do this for me, tomorrow you and I will discuss some big
changes I have in mind for your role with my company."
"Entertain him? I'm not sure I know how to entertain a business executive. I
don't want to screw this up for you and Jaymie. What do I say? What do I
do?"
The elated Redhead slipped her arm through her companion's, then rose
gracefully to her feet, gently lifting Tiffany with her.
"Sweetie, I don't believe you will have to SAY much of anything. Just do
what comes naturally to you. I think you know how."
There was a soft tap on the door. Rachel beamed.
"Come in. It's open."
The only word to describe Dante was 'hunk'; easily six feet tall,
broad-shouldered, slim-waisted, a small tight butt, and appeared to be one
hundred ninety pounds of solid muscle. He was movie-star handsome, too, with
dark, wavy hair, chiseled features, and piercing blue-gray eyes. The
overwhelming impression was of a man who had spent as much time in front of
the camera as behind it. Rachel heard the faint, yet distinctive gasp as
Tiffany's breath caught in her throat. The more experienced woman crossed
the room, speaking as she approached him.
"Dante! Thank you for coming."
Rachel extended her hand for him to take. He did so, then kissed the back
lightly.
"I NEVER tire of a real gentleman. May I present my newest star, and
your hostess for this evening, Miss Tiffany Cayce. Tiffany, this is Mr.
Dante D'Alessandro of VideoRoma. Dante, I see BIG THINGS ahead for my little
starlet. I hope you will agree."
Rachel stepped slightly to one side, affording Dante a better view of his
companion for the evening. This time it was his turn to catch his breath.
Tiffany extended her hand as her mentor had done and was rewarded with the
same gentle kiss - although a bit more drawn-out.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Signore D'Alessandro."
"The pleasure is ENTIRELY mine, Bella."
Although Tiffany might not have noticed it, Rachel could not possibly ignore
the massive bulge appearing along the inside of Dante's pant leg. She smiled
coyly, but said nothing. There was another knock on the door.
"Room Service"
Rachel beamed.
"Come in."
The attendant entered, carrying an iced bucket on a tripod stand. Within was
a bottle of Dom Perignon and two crystal flutes.
"Set it there by the bed, please."
The attendant did so. Rachel tipped him, and he was gone. She turned to her
two companions.
"I took the liberty of ordering refreshments. Dante, I am so sorry to have
to greet and run, but I really must get to this next appointment. I will
look forward to meeting with you tomorrow to discuss our options. In the
meantime, if you can think of ANYTHING else you might require, feel free. Mi
casa es su casa. Tiffany, please make certain Dante has a... MEMORABLE
evening. Ta-ta!"
As she closed the door, Rachel caught a glimpse of Dante placing his
hands on Tiffany's tush and pulling the beautiful vixen into him. Her hands
rested lightly on his shoulders. Rachel's last vision, just before the door
closed, was of his lips lowering towards hers. Rachel would have sworn
Tiffany had just closed her eyes and sighed. The wily Redhead strutted down
the hall towards Crystal's room, lost in thought. Big changes? Oh, my YES!
We won't need that third room anymore; the girls can sleep together again.
They will like that. TWO video deals with TWO different companies, starring
TWO of my girls. And what about the act? It they liked Crystal alone,
they're gonna LOVE twins! First thing in the morning, I will have to get
Tiffany under contract. Second, call the lawyer; file for name change,
change-of-gender, the whole nine yards. Third, call the surgeon to make an
appointment; lips, boobs, hips, butt, identical to Crystal's. Fourth, set up
a meeting with Dante. I can already tell I'll have to beat him off with a
stick over control of her. Damn, he wouldn't try to sign her out from under
me TONIGHT, would he? Nah, the little minx is gonna fuck his brains out; I
can already tell. He'll be lucky if he's awake by noon - and by then, she
will be ALL MINE. TWINS! This is gonna be SO COOL....